In the vast black hole, the suffocating air and the stiff space were like the devil's black claws tightly wrapped around Wang Yonghuan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, he wanted to move, his limbs and body were all stiff. Desolation, fear, and horror filled his whole body, permeating every skin, every muscle, every cell. His vague and trembling thoughts fluttered and wandered in the dark and dark space.

"Am I going to die? Is that what death feels like? I'm so tired, I'm so scared, I'm so shaking, I feel like I'm back home, even if it's just a moment, a second, it's better than this cold, dark, endless trembling space. Painful, cold thoughts filled Wang Yonghuan's vague mind, dark and desolate.

At this time, three o'clock had already swam to Wang Yonghuan's side, and after a loud shout of "Wang", it slammed into Wang Yonghuan with its small body. It wants to change the speed and direction of Wang Yonghuan's rafting through impact, it wants to hit the owner from the river to the shore, and it wants Wang Yonghuan to be sober, excited, and ignite the hope of fate and the spark of life.

However, Sano's body was too small and his strength was too weak, so small that he couldn't stop Wang Yonghuan's drifting speed; It was so weak that it couldn't change the direction of Wang Yonghuan's drifting. It screamed eagerly, pounding untirelessly, even though it hurt all over its body and made its little mouth gush blood, but it still pounded endlessly.

Wang Yonghuan's consciousness, which had fallen into darkness, was slowly awakened by the endless screams and impact movements at three o'clock. Wang Yonghuan opened his eyes in a haze, and once again he saw the blue sky, the clear water, the fallen leaves fluttering in the air, and the three points that he had raised little by little in his arms since he was a child.

He wanted to lift his arm, but he couldn't; I want to stretch my legs, but I don't have the strength; I can't do it even if I want to shake my head slightly.

Wang Yonghuan glanced at the anxious three points with misery but infinite nostalgia, and said in a weak voice like a mosquito: "Three points, don't bother, you have no way to save me"

Listening to the master's weak words at three o'clock, his little eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and his little head kept speeding up the speed and frequency of impact, and shouted one after another, meaning that Wang Yonghuan should not give up and swim to the shore as best he could.

Due to the high-frequency and super-intense impact, traces of blood continued to gush out of the small mouth of the three o'clock, and Wang Yonghuan was heartache and severe pain all over his body, making two lines of tears slowly flow out of his eyes.

Although I know that the efforts of the three points are in vain, I also know that my life is about to come to an end. But Wang Yonghuan, who was very careful, looked at the three points covered in water, looked at its wet white hair, and wanted to touch the three points one last time, but he didn't have any strength in his hands.

Wang Yonghuan's mouth grinned, and he let out a hint of a smile, and said in a joking tone: "Little three, I'm used to seeing your handsome appearance with slippery hair, and I'm used to seeing your handsome appearance in a daze, look at your current appearance today, a standard soup chicken-style spirit animal." If you let your mother, Han Miao, and others who like you see it, you can't laugh at you? ”

Listening to the master's idle jokes, the cry of three o'clock became more and more urgent, which means, "Hurry, hurry, master, don't joke, master, hurry up and accumulate strength, so that you can swim to the shore, and you are getting closer and closer to the waterfall." ”

Wang Yonghuan tried his best to raise his head and look in the direction of the waterfall, only to see that there were still sixty or seventy meters away from the waterfall. In such a short distance, let alone paddling the limbs, it is simply wishful thinking to continue a little strength.

Wang Yonghuan said miserably to the three points: "Little three points, it's useless, I don't have any strength at all, and it's impossible to accumulate any strength." Listen carefully to me, after I die, you will take good care of my parents for me. It's a pity that Mom and Dad can't understand your voice, and if only they could understand it, they wouldn't be too sad. ”

After saying this, the last trace of strength in Wang Yonghuan's body also left him. His head slowly lowered, and his eyes gradually closed. Wang Yonghuan knew that when his eyelids came together, it would be the end of his life.

The mountain spring river is like an angry dragon rushing forward, the waves are surging, the mountain wind is whistling, a withered yellow poplar leaf is swirling and falling into the mountain spring river, and Wang Yonghuan is like the withered yellow leaf that is about to fall, towards the end of his life.

At three o'clock at this time, the red thread flashed in his eyes, and tears like red crystals poured out of his small dark eyes.

When he saw three points of sadness and misery, he screamed like an orphan who had lost his parents and was wailing, crying blood and desolation, "Wang ......, ......, master, if you fall off the waterfall, then I will jump off the waterfall too." If you die, I will die. With this howl, a thick stream of blood spurted out of Three's little mouth, as if the howl had exhausted all its strength and spat out all its essence and blood.

It was this sad and miserable sound, like the howl and sorrow of a cuckoo crying blood, that suddenly pulled Wang Yonghuan's consciousness back to the darkness, like a lightning bolt, and even the same thunder, which slashed fiercely in Wang Yonghuan's mind, and made a loud sound.

This thunderous howl of lightning and lightning actually brought out a trace of energy between heaven and earth, containing a little bit of aura in the earthly world, which violently poured into Wang Yonghuan's mind and rushed into his meridians.

It was like a stick in the head, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, which instantly made Wang Yonghuan wake up, and the thin mirror that had originally arrived at the consummation of the Xun realm suddenly cracked, and the mood perception was promoted, and the primary level of the Kan realm arrived.

The sudden promotion of the state of mind drove the internal strength of the I Ching to run wildly, like the surging waves of the waves, and like the surging of the rolling wind. The big waves and the wind exploded, and the tenacious pass between the Xun realm and the Likan realm was instantly broken, and the primary level of the Likan realm was so incredible, so mysterious, so timely, and so exciting, exciting.

The breakthrough of mood and internal strength made Wang Yonghuan's vitality suddenly return to its heyday. It's like a full-blooded resurrection in the game, it's incredible.

Wang Yonghuan felt the surging internal strength of his whole body, and his mind kept flashing all kinds of pictures after the promotion. A long howl of earth-shattering ghosts and gods came from his mouth, like rolling thick clouds, which suddenly shrouded the mountain spring river and filled the peaks of Baekdu Mountain. It was like a sharp bolt of lightning, slashing fiercely between the vast sky.